So says the rejection letter I received on Saturday. A commendably fast turn-around when I was expecting the usual 6-8 weeks. This means that my manuscript either landed in the hands of a very diligent assistant or they hated it from line one. Either way, just having the physical proof that I've bothered to get of my lazy arse and do something is a real spur. I managed to knock out 400 words on the train on the way in. Despite number two daughter ensuring I had less than four hours sleep...